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Intrude

Life's standards, its conclude
how gospel vested interlude
drives promise to the wind,
my own extrude ~

As telling all the world
my love is true
and then to thy own ear exclude 
no gracious entity of faith so rude!

Would chance the day,
this then to call my mood
and privacies invade, not Heaven's brood
as nowhere else defined, still search as clued!

For it is Hell I share, without thy good
entwining time together, understood ~
that Heaven not be broken, with laws lewd
if not on Earth that then Thy love renewed!

And not in time away and not in viewed
disorder of love's claim, so misconstrued
is neither here nor there, is but fool's feud
the argument contained by my Art's hued!

And brought to center stage as empty stood
what moment can arrange, that thee include
              this aching heart's abridge ~
                 . . . without intrude!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 11/11/2010 9:47:00 AM
Congratulations on your poetry making it through the first round of the Poetrysoup site contest Paula. The best to you in the finals. Love, Carol
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Date: 10/21/2010 8:00:00 AM
PAULA, hello & Congratulations! On your awesome & well done poem being featured this week: ) have a nice one,..p.d.
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Date: 10/19/2010 10:24:00 AM
Congratulations Paula, on your well deserved poetry being featured this week. Love, Carol
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Date: 3/19/2010 10:34:00 AM
Well the weekend is upon us and I am trying to get as many poems read as possible today as I will be gone most of the weekend from the Soup. I enjoyed reading your poetry today and I wish you a wonderful weekend filled with inspiration Paula. Wonderful to see your post today. Love, Carol
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